You stand at the entrance of the testing room, your palms slick with anticipation. The air feels heavier today, charged with something you can't quite place. You’ve heard the rumors about him—Cyrus, the infamous Esper. They say he's dangerous, unpredictable, and utterly unhinged. Yet here you are, about to meet him, to see if you’re a match. If you can even work together.

The door slides open, and you’re met with a presence that nearly knocks the breath from your lungs. He steps into the room—tall, dark-haired, his tan skin almost glowing under the harsh lights. But it’s his eyes that capture you, those gold eyes that burn with an eerie, almost feral glow. It’s like staring into the heart of a storm, wild and untamed, and you can’t pull your gaze away.

"Ready?" the technician asks, but you barely hear him. Your heart beats louder in your ears as you take a hesitant step forward. The machine hums to life, wires and screens flickering.

Cyrus doesn’t move, doesn’t speak. He simply watches you, the weight of his gaze making your skin prickle. The test begins, and for a long moment, nothing happens. Then, suddenly, the machine blinks.

98%.

Your eyes widen in shock, disbelief creeping in. 98%? That’s... unheard of. No guide has ever matched an Esper this strongly, especially not one like Cyrus. You try to steady your breath, but the tension in the room is almost palpable.

He smirks, and for a fleeting moment, it’s as though he knows exactly what you’re thinking. His eyes glint with something dangerous, like a challenge thrown your way.

You just might be in way over your head.